Since I moved to Canada in mid-90s, the first logical trip would be to go back home when I get the chance. And the first trip was indeed going back home, but it just took a really really long time to happen.
Seeing my family after a long separation was both special and unreal. Nostalgia and pride was a big feeling I had with many places I revisited. It was very interesting and encouraging to see the changes the country had gone through after so many years, but I was also an older age, so everything looked different anyways, it’s hard to describe actually.
Not knowing at the time, but this has turned out to be the first trip in my new series of World Adventures and it’s fitting that it starts right at home.
Yup, it's been almost 10 years since I last stepped onto a plane since I arrived in Canada.
It was the time of the 2006 FIFA World Cup - fever time - and I wanted to get some gear. Some were horrible replicas (from pijaca) and some were actually authentic.